I didn’t write a novel in November…
I have been editing the same novel on and off for three-plus years. And even though I really like the work, and I learned a buttload of stuff about revision, I was really sick of working on that particular story. So I was very excited to start drafting something new. And coincidentally, my window for doing that opened up right at the beginning of November.
So, with the support of another friend for accountability, I started writing. I did great for a couple weeks, keeping up with my daily word count, and religiously sending my numbers to my friend. But then stuff happened, and then things, and I didn’t end up writing an entire novel in one month. Neither did my friend.
But I did write about 34,ooo words in November, and I’m still writing. And so is my friend. It was just the punch in the pants I needed to get me back into a regular writing habit. And I’m excited about the weird, messy, wonderful thing I’m making.
